scientists have attributed it to an UFO. Other scientists have called that theory quote bunkum unquote. Was it aliens? The world may never know."

Baloo and Kit shared a grin.

"And now here's Artie Shawn and his band playing 'Speedy Delivery Stomp'."

As the first few bars of the peppy tune blasted from the radio, Rebecca came down the dock, clipboard in hand. "What do you know? They're playing our song."

"Aw, man." Baloo redoubled his grip on his fishing pole and pulled the brim of his cap down over his eyes in a feeble effort to hide.

"I see you, Baloo." With an amused smile, Rebecca pushed the bill of his hat up.

Baloo felt a big tug on his line. "Yeah, just in time to see a historic moment. I'm gonna finally reel in Ol' Flippy."

"Not Ol' Flippy again," she groaned. "Ah!"

Ol' Flippy had surfaced, spit out Baloo's hook, and splashed the three bears with his fin.

"Why that dirty so-an-so! Turnin' up his gills at a perfectly good triple-action twisted wiggly with extra stink bait."

Kit wrung out his cap. "I don't blame him."

Baloo wrung out his shirt and faced the inevitable. "What's the job this time, boss lady?"

"I need you to pick up some tea cakes from Alice's Wonderland of Baked Goods in Shropshire A.S.A.P." Rebecca smacked the soggy clipboard into his belly. "And don't even think about eating the cargo!"

"Trust me, Becky, I've learned to button-y my gluttony." After a moment's pause, he said, "Wait a sec. Did you say 'cake'?"

Simultaneously, Kit and Rebecca said, "Oh, no, you don't!"

The End